"Autumn is as joyful and sweet as an untimely end." - Rémy de Gourmontĥ3. From a knowledge of those limitations and its richness of experience emerges a symphony of colors, richer than all, its green speaking of life and strength, its orange speaking of golden content and its purple of resignation and death." - Lin Yutangĥ2. It knows the limitations of life and is content. Its golden richness speaks not of the innocence of spring, nor of the power of summer, but of the mellowness and kindly wisdom of approaching age. I like best of all autumn, because its leaves are a little yellow, its tone mellower, its colors richer, and it is tinged a little with sorrow and a premonition of death.
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"Her pleasure in the walk must arise from the exercise and the day, from the view of the last smiles of the year upon the tawny leaves and withered hedges, and from repeating to herself some few of the thousand poetical descriptions extant of autumn - that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness - that season which has drawn from every poet worthy of being read some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling." - Jane Austen, Persuasion What novelty is worth that sweet monotony where everything is known and loved because it is known?" - George Eliot, The Mill on the FlossĤ4. "We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it, if it were not the earth where the same flowers come up again every spring that we used to gather with our tiny fingers as we sat lisping to ourselves on the grass, the same hips and haws on the autumn hedgerows, the same redbreasts that we used to call ‘God’s birds’ because they did no harm to the precious crops. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason." - Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable FeastĤ3. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. "Days decrease, / And autumn grows, autumn in everything." - Robert Browningġ8. "Your heart, Bessie, is an autumn garage." - J.D. "I loved autumn, the one season of the year that God seemed to have put there just for the beauty of it." - Lee Maynardġ6. "The smile that flickers on a baby’s lips when he sleeps- does anyone know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumor that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew-washed morning." - Rabindranath Tagoreġ5. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain." - Ray Bradbury, The October Countryġ4. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. "That country where it is always turning late in the year. The leaves as they spark into wild color just before they die are the world's oldest performance art, and everything we see is celebrating one last violently hued hurrah before the black and white silence of winter." - Shauna Niequist, Bittersweet: Thoughts on Change, Grace, and Learning the Hard Wayġ0.
Our tree-lined streets are set ablaze, our kitchens filled with the smells of nostalgia: apples bubbling into sauce, roasting squash, cinnamon, nutmeg, cider, warmth itself.
Use the first day of fall: bright flame before winter's deadness harvest orange, gold, amber cool nights and the smell of fire. "Use what you have, use what the world gives you.
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